Behind the depth, before the height
Surrounded by the serpent Jormundgand
World of man in the middle
Of heat and ice built by the Ymer brow
World of man, hot and cool, high and low

In between extremities rise Midgard
Mighty as the stem of the tree
Ash and Elm, the human pair
Living of its precious fruits but soon may end

Middle Earth, old Midgard
Wish the tree will burst into leaf
Will someday your balance
Reach an end and you'll start to fade?

Mannaheim, old Midgard
All your walls start to tumble down
May the tree be reborn
From the ash it will grow again

Let's defend Midgard, we call the High One
Sow upon the field the rune of Jara

Middle Earth, old Midgard
Wish the tree will burst into leaf
Will someday your balance
Reach an end and you'll start to fade?

Mannaheim, old Midgard
All your walls start to tumble down
May the tree be reborn
From the ash it will grow again

Let's defend Midgard, we call the High One
Sow upon the field the rune of Jara

In between extremities rise Midgard
Mighty as the stem of the tree
Ash and Elm, the human pair
Living of its precious fruits but soon it may end